Chapter 82

The formation that follows is quite interesting.

The elderly group goes to learn from the younger group, and occasionally, if they encounter a fierce beast that can be fought, they will go down to fight it.

As for those they can't defeat, they naturally have to fly past them.

After five days, the fleet finally arrived at the destination.

It is an island, or rather, a smaller continent.

The data states that this island covers over four million square kilometers.

It rises and falls, surfacing once every fifty years.

Once it surfaces, there will be two teleportation portals.

Sixteen empires compete, but only children can enter the portals.

Once inside the portal, they will be connected to another place where children from other continents will battle.

The winner will open the portal, connecting it to the respective empire's portal, allowing others to enter and mine countless crystals.

The empire whose children have the qualification to enter will receive thirty percent of the total crystal output for fifty years.

The remaining seventy percent will be distributed among the other empires based on their performance.

The Lance Kent continent has not obtained the right to mine these crystals for three generations.

The crystals there seem inexhaustible.

If they gain the right to mine, they will see carts of ore being transported out every day.

The amount of money is enormous.

So enormous that, in addition to the distribution of crystals, each empire must also provide a portion of their land to the victorious empire for free use for fifty years.

Whether it's taxes or other minerals under the land, they must be handed over.

This is not just about honor but also about the interests that are hard to give up.

Only ten children can enter each teleportation portal, and each portal corresponds to an age group.

No one knows why.

Many have studied, analyzed, and speculated.

The final conclusion is that their planet once had a more advanced civilization, either existing or ruling.

Even though they are now striving to develop technology, they still cannot leave the planet.

What they can do is to strive to obtain more resources and then provide them to researchers.

Every empire values the qualification for each generation.

Repeated expectations, repeated disappointments.

And then more expectations.

This year's generation is no different.

When the Rexlar Empire's team arrived at the island, thirteen other empires had already arrived. Once two more empires arrive, the competition will begin.

Unlike what Gong Sun Murong imagined, the teams from the various empires did not engage in enthusiastic exchanges upon arrival.

They merely greeted each other and then found their own spots to rest.

Perhaps the competition is too brutal, leaving nothing to talk about.

The ten spaceships now serve as everyone's camp, and the children are required not to leave the ships to avoid being ambushed.

Before the competition in the capital, three children from the duchies had already encountered danger.

And the person responsible was identified as the Mitchell Empire, which has now arrived and is not far from their team.

To compete for resources, all means are used.

Although Gong Sun Murong's side knew they had been ambushed by the Mitchell Empire, no one went to argue or protest.

Everyone understands that it's meaningless.

The Rexlar Empire and the Mitchell Empire have always been enemies, and arguing with the enemy is just asking for trouble.

Another day passed, and the teams from the other two empires also arrived.

This time, there is no arena.

In the middle of the island, there is another island, covering about ten square kilometers, with an irregular circular shape.

The children will compete in groups of ten, drawing lots to determine their opponents. It is a round-robin tournament.

Theoretically, each group must fight fifteen matches, with a tie worth one point and a win worth two points.

Therefore, there are only twenty replacement slots allowed.

Other countries have sent around forty to fifty participants.

Only the Rexlar Empire, due to special circumstances, sent sixty participants, hoping to select the final forty during the journey or based on the opponents.

Of course, sending all the participants is also fine, but the final list will still be forty.

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Everyone rested for another day. When the sun rose on the new day, the drawing of lots began.

Sixteen lots, numbered one to eight, with two of each number. Those who draw the same number will compete against each other.

Valentine represented the Rexlar Empire in the drawing and drew number two.

It turned out that the old rival, the Mitchell Empire, also drew number two.

The people from both sides glared at each other, with new and old grudges to be settled in this match.

The other empires also noticed and were delighted, hoping that the two empires would fight fiercely, making it difficult for them to send their participants against the two empires later.

This is a match without protection; either admit defeat, lose combat ability, or die.

Even before the match began, the teams from the two countries were eager to fight, as if they wanted to eliminate the other side completely.

The teams from the Quinier Quente Empire and the Smon Empire, who drew number one, did not seem particularly excited.

These two empires do not share a border, and due to the presence of other empires in between, their trade is very limited.

The only conflict is among the unstable adventurers who wander around and rush to any place where there is a benefit.

However, the official cannot turn the conflicts among adventurers into official ones, and even the conflicts among adventurers from the same country are uncontrollable.

Soon, the two empires selected ten participants for each group, and the matches began simultaneously.

The people from the other empires stayed on the spaceships, watching from above.

They observed the terrain, the strength, and the fighting styles of the other groups.

Then they analyzed, although not very accurately, but with a general understanding.

The two groups of children from the two empires flew to the island, as if passing through something, and landed on opposite sides of the island, with an invisible barrier in the middle.

Captain Valentine introduced: "The teleportation portal is on this island. Children from the younger age group can go to the older age group's side, but children from the older age group cannot come to the other side. There is an invisible barrier in the middle.

If you are over the age limit, you cannot go to the island. This is why there is an age limit during the selection process. Anyone who tries to cheat will be stopped."

"Then, if I go and fight alongside Brother Murong, wouldn't that be very powerful?" Nalasha asked from the side.

She is not afraid of children older than her. As a sixth-level earth mage, she is even more powerful than the older Harold.

In other words, she can fit into any group.

Her meaning was that if she went to help Gong Sun Murong's group, they would definitely win with an absolute advantage.

Valentine smiled at Nalasha and said, "Yes, you are a genius. Because of you and Gong Sun Murong, the empire sent sixty participants.

Many children who were clearly capable had to be eliminated due to you.

Although the rules are set, we must admit that many children lost unfairly, stopping their progress when the Meteor Sky Fall was cast.

Usually, older children have an advantage over younger ones, so no one would send a child under ten to a group of children over ten.

You cannot go either; the empire needs you to lead your team to victory."

"Why not have a single-person competition to select the best from the sixteen empires and form a group?" another child asked curiously.

"Because the hearts are not united. It was tried initially, but it was found to be unworkable. Trusting someone you don't know well can hinder your performance," Valentine explained, looking helpless.

Almost everyone knows that selecting ten people from the sixteen empires' captains would result in the strongest fighting force, but they would ultimately lose.

"We trust our teammates," another child said.

Everyone nodded.

At this moment, the match between the Quinier Quente Empire and the Smon Empire had already begun.

The ten participants from each group had just landed on the island and immediately launched an attack on the other side.

Support spells were cast on their teammates, attack spells were thrown at the enemies, and warriors used bows to attack.

Both sides seemed to be thinking of using long-range attacks to defeat the other.

The forty people fought while moving, looking for the enemy's weaknesses and advantageous terrain.

Indeed, the battle of the older group was more intense, with both their battle aura and spell levels far surpassing those of the younger group.

In the sky, rocks fell, water arrows shot, and wind blades flew.

On the ground, vines entangled, thorns rose, and occasionally, a water column was drawn from the lake to join the attack.

The participants wore various magical equipment, with ice mirrors, water mirrors, and fog covering them, trying to hide themselves as much as possible.

Many children from the empires watched with wide eyes, considering how they would fight if they faced one of these opponents.

The sixty participants from the Rexlar Empire, however, remained calm.

The battle on the island was spectacular, but in their eyes, it was still too weak. When a child in the older group cast a first-level grand mage spell, they still had to chant.

In the younger group, four children chanted when casting seventh-level mage spells.

It was too time-consuming, and most importantly, their coordination was poor.

Why must they cast spells that require so much effort? If a spell requires chanting, they should cast a spell they are good at, and coordinate with each other.

Those five participants were clearly using their weaknesses to attack the strengths of the enemy.

And those four captains, even though they had fewer people to command, should not have said the names and attack commands like Harold did.

Harold's face turned slightly red. Compared to Nalasha's command, he realized how inadequate he was.

Fortunately, he corrected himself and learned well.

And if all else fails, Gong Sun Murong can take over.

"Wow, a hidden strength of the Quinier Quente Empire's older group has just been revealed. He can instantly cast Meteor Sky Fall. It's over; the Smon Empire's participants are desperately trying to block it, but it looks like they can't hold on. Are they going to be eliminated? Ah? They conceded?"

Lucia watched the match, talking non-stop, and the last empire conceded.

Everyone's attention turned to the person with the hidden strength.

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